[ Sulking. Being stubborn. Various synonyms for cross. Bastien doesn't choose any of them, partly because Byerly is right, and partly because he's wrestling out of a doublet. ]
—I was. And then you weren't talking to me, either, and I was trying to be more stubborn so you'd let me have my way, because I—
[ He likes some authority, like he said. That's as far as he was able to think it through. Even if he tried, he couldn't explain that he wanted some control over the situation, some sense of ownership to help erase how much he felt like a trespasser the last time he came in here, and inadvertently made probably the only demand in the world that By wouldn't agree to. ]
Well, clearly that failed. And you're right. And I'm sorry.
[ Once various layers of clothing and his shoes are piled neatly on the chair, his presence occupying as little space as possible, he's left in the various inner layers he'd wear to bed. He has half an impulse to go directly there and continue his fit from beneath blankets. But he remembers quite clearly which side of the bed By was on, before, and what is he supposed to do? Take Alexandrie's side? Take By's? Both feel untenable.
He does back to the doorway instead, to stand there in his off-white shirt and hosiery. ]
no subject
[ Sulking. Being stubborn. Various synonyms for cross. Bastien doesn't choose any of them, partly because Byerly is right, and partly because he's wrestling out of a doublet. ]
—I was. And then you weren't talking to me, either, and I was trying to be more stubborn so you'd let me have my way, because I—
[ He likes some authority, like he said. That's as far as he was able to think it through. Even if he tried, he couldn't explain that he wanted some control over the situation, some sense of ownership to help erase how much he felt like a trespasser the last time he came in here, and inadvertently made probably the only demand in the world that By wouldn't agree to. ]
Well, clearly that failed. And you're right. And I'm sorry.
[ Once various layers of clothing and his shoes are piled neatly on the chair, his presence occupying as little space as possible, he's left in the various inner layers he'd wear to bed. He has half an impulse to go directly there and continue his fit from beneath blankets. But he remembers quite clearly which side of the bed By was on, before, and what is he supposed to do? Take Alexandrie's side? Take By's? Both feel untenable.
He does back to the doorway instead, to stand there in his off-white shirt and hosiery. ]
I'm sure she's a fantastic foot warmer.